A beam of sunlight shines through the window of the side hall of the main hall and gently sprinkles on the wolf-patterned cloak. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Alan's body lay peacefully flat in the middle of the long table, and Locke stood at the table, whispering incantations in a near-inaudible voice.

Kenny stood in front of the oak chair with his back to the wooden door, his hands on the long table, his eyes not taking his eyes off his companion's corpse. Sersi held his breath and exhaled only a small gasp from his nose, a sight that was not unusual to him, but he looked more nervous than the golden haired imp standing on the side.

Minutes and seconds passed. Suddenly, the little finger of Allen's right hand seemed to tremble, and the expressions on everyone's faces changed to surprise and surprise, except for Locke, whose eyes were closed.

Sersi stood up, his hands on the long table like Kenny, his eyes glancing at the Banshee standing beside Locke, unaware of what he was thinking.

"He's back....."

Before Leah could finish speaking, Alan sat up from the table suddenly, and Kenny stumbled into his chair with a sudden movement, Selsey's eyes widened, and Aiden almost screamed.

Eren tried to raise his hands and shook them in front of his eyes, his eyes full of horror.

"I'm sorry, Leah already warned you....." Locke said with a slight apology as he stepped back to the edge of the wall, looking at everyone's frightened faces.

"The ..... Die..... Target. Alan looked at the blurred hands in front of him and cursed, "Where is this?!What happened?!" His eyes widened and he turned his head to look around, only to see only a few vague shadows, "Am I alive?" he continued in a low, dry voice.

"Ellen?" Sersi tapped lightly on the table, "Over here," he pointed to himself, "can you see me?"

Alan turned his head sideways at the voice, still with a frightened expression on his face. "Sersi?" he asked in a dry voice, "is that you? damn it, why can't my eyes see clearly? what the hell is going on?"

"What did you say, I couldn't see clearly?!" Sersi turned his gaze to Locke, who was leaning against the wall.

"Lord Allen. Locke leaned against the edge of the wall and whispered, "Don't worry, your pupils dilate when you lose your soul, and like death, you may feel numbness in your limbs or other discomforts, these are normal reflections, and you will recover after a while." ”

"Who are you?" asked Allen, looking at the blurred outline of the wall.

"I'm an obscure summoner, just call me Locke. ”

"I think I've heard your name somewhere....." Alan pondered for a few seconds, trying to call out the familiar name, "Kenny, don't tell me you're not here!"

"He went to the brothel and came back before dinner. Kenny quipped as he leaned back in his chair.

"Oh-" Alan sighed, "it's good to hear your voice again, I thought I'd never see you again, and that damn bald head behind me!" he paused, rubbing his eyes. "Anyway, it's good to hear your voices!"

"Welcome back, maybe it's time for us to go to the cellar and pick up the best bottle of wine and celebrate your awakening from the graveyard, oh no, the table, that doesn't happen often!" Serci's words were filled with joy.

Kenny yawned and turned to look at Locke, who was standing on the side, "It's a misunderstanding, but thank you." Then he looked at Aiden, who was standing beside him, and said, "Tell someone to take two thousand gold coins, find a sturdy bag, and divide them and send them over." ”

"No, sir, that's too much. Locke hurriedly waved his hand and refused, "What's more, I did all this just to make up for Leah's recklessness, I hope you don't blame her." ”

"It's a lot, two thousand gold coins are enough to buy ten decent houses, but you deserve it. Kenny said with his hands on his chin and a smile.

Alan tried to move, pulling his aching feet to the edge of the table, and then moved his arms. "What do you mean....." He rubbed his arm and snorted at Kenny, who was sitting at the end of the long table. "I hope you can join the gang, he is a lord who cherishes his talents, although, I don't know how capable you are, but there must be something outstanding, otherwise he wouldn't throw an olive branch indiscriminately, you should feel honored!"

Locke looked at the knight with the ponytail on his face, and he squeezed Leah's hand tightly, his eyelids drooping in silence, and his gaze fell on the tips of his toes.

"Man, you're missing too many great pictures. Sersi walked around Kenny's chair and walked over to Alan with a glass of wine, "You may not know, but we owe a lot of thanks to the young wizard for standing here today. ”

Alan took a sip from his glass, and his dry, itchy throat ran through a moist and sour throat. "Really?" he pouted, "let me guess," he pointed with his other hand at the young wizard in front of him, "you must be a jealous wizard who can't get used to Barton's atrocities, so you cast a spell to make that damn guy get lung disease, right?!"

"Wow! That's half right!" said Sersi before Locke could open his mouth, "but it's already very powerful, I never suspected that Patton's illness was man-made, and everyone thought it was a curse." ”

"That coward has thirty guards guarding him even when he sleeps, how can he be sick for no reason!" Alan said, draining the wine from his glass, adding, "Before the coup d'état, I suspected that Patton's cause might be someone helping us, or that he had the same purpose as us, and that could not be the so-called curse, that's!"

"Hug ..... I'm sorry, everybody. Locke looked up at the crowd, and finally his eyes fell on Kenny, who was sitting majestically. "Lord....." he said, "I want to ..... I may not be suitable for politics, but I am better suited to a traveling and singing in a small country town..... Admittedly, you are indeed a lord to follow, and my refusal is nothing else..... I beg your pardon and forgive me for my rudeness. ”

Locke's voice was not loud, but it was clear in the quiet side hall, and Alan felt that his vision had regained slightly, and he and Sersi looked at Kenny sitting at the end of the table.

At some point, Kenny's hands against his chin had been lowered, his left hand on his knee, his right hand resting on the armrest of the oak chair, leaning forward slightly, his eyes falling on the armrest of his right hand, his face swept away from the joy of Allen's awakening, which had become a little dull.

The heavy wooden door to the side hall was pushed open, and two guards walked in with two burlap bags, gasping for breath as they struggled to place the sacks at Kenny's feet.

"Lord, the gold you wanted. One of the guards reported.

Kenny nodded, waving his hand at the two of them. The two guards saluted and retreated.

"Locke, I thought you were a smart man, but if it were you, would you spare a demon who had hurt his companions and a wizard who had taken revenge with forbidden magic?" Kenny asked, leaning back in his chair and tilting his head. (To be continued.) )